I don't know why it continues to amaze me that when we lo...

I don't know why it continues to amaze me that when we loose a family member or friend that the world goes on. Because it seems to stop for me. I get stuck in the moment the news is given to me, and then I go backwards. The memories I shared with that person flood my mind and hold me prisoner from temporarily moving on. I can't explain it any better than that. Some of you will probably understand what I mean.

We lost another family member today. Just before 7:00 this morning he was hit and killed by a semi. It was all over the news, but the first time I heard it meant nothing to me because it didn't affect me. Now every time I see it on the news, see the yellow tarp covering his body, it does affect me. It affects my daughter because he was her uncle. 

I hope they catch the driver of that semi, because the bastard kept going and just left his victim in the middle of the road. Thank God there were witnesses. It was said the semi driver was making a turn and aimed right for the pedestrian. I don't want to believe he killed him on purpose, but he did kill him. How do you not know you've run over someone?

Now, as the family pulls together and grieves in their own ways, I sit in my woman cave and look around me with a heavy weight on my chest. Everything, from the ceiling, to the ceiling fans, walls, windows, doors, closets, and electrical work this man did for me when I first moved in with my daughter. He made my woman cave.

We grew up together. I married his older brother. We weren't close, but we were still family. And it still hurts. Now I need to go out there and console my daughter, who in turn is trying to console her dad.